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chapter 6 Too Many Choices
"Gents I've changed my mind. I want to go home." Serena stated shortly after Deus had gone upstairs.
"Hmm,” Malkir groaned inwardly knowing that such a venture would end badly. “Planning some kind of confrontation with mother?" He asked.
"She's not my mother,” the seer replied acidly. The other discussed briefly their options for where to go next and could not come to a unanimous decision.
"Well if you have plans then I am happy to travel home myself," Serena told her friends. Her psicrystal sent her a brief metal image of Miranda Allman surrounded by hordes of soldiers, but Serena simply sent back that she would mentally blast them all to oblivion.
Littleby too feared that Serena's trip home would not be successful and had come up with an idea quickly. "I realise that you have a desire to get back to Lammed but turning up there with us is one thing,” he said in a concerned voice. “Turning up their with Danster is another."
"That is a very good point,” Serena replied not being dissuaded easily. “But the thing about Miranda is this, she has a plan. That plan involves a time-scale and if we arrive too late then a lot of people are going to die. That is my great fear. As far as I can tell she is planning an illithid invasion of my continent. If not also planning to bring to life an evil dead god."
"Here's an idea,” Littleby suggested. “Deus knows people who know where Timlin is. There is no point in me trying to talk to him due to my faction affiliations, but one of you could talk to him."
"I could.” Serena volunteered. “I work for his cousin... well long lost descendent anyway." She laughed briefly.
"So that is what I reckon, go with Deus.” Littleby was glad to see that Serena was beginning to change her mind about going to face her evil step-mother single-handedly. “Follow the modrons and hopefully get to meet Timlin or get to find someone who knows more about the Expansionists."
"Alright,” Serena agreed. “Danster left Tal'Nattan to get help. That is the first thing that we know. He was captured by the Harmonium almost immediately."
"Almost immediately?" Malkir asked.
"That is unknown.” The petite seer shrugged. “But we do know that he was not held in their custody for long before being taken to the Negative Energy Plane. If he's there still or not, I'll have to look for him tonight."
"Here is the funny thing,” Littleby thought aloud. “Orroloth, the arcanoloth, wanted us to get the sword that belonged to Vartus Timlin."
"Yes, I think that we can probably infer from that the fact that he does not like Vartus Timlin much or the Expansionists." Serena felt a chill going down her spine even thinking about the Orroloth. She knew that there was something wrong about him, aside from the obvious fact that he was an arcanoloth, but she could not put her finger on it.
"Well, not necessarily.” Littleby had realised from past experience that Serena had great intuition, but was prone to making invalid leaps of logic as well. “If it was him that hired someone else to get the sword out, then he has let him go."
"That's true enough.” Serena sighed and played with her silver locket for awhile. “But how do you get someone out of a maze? It's a maze."
"There are people who sell maps of the mazes." Andrew replied. He'd heard of someone called Djhek'Nlarr from Ashenbach and it was claimed that this person sold maps.
"Maps of The Lady of Pain's mazes? Right.” Serena dismissed the idea as preposterous. “I don't believe that for a second."
"Gents I've changed my mind. I want to go home." Serena stated shortly after Deus had gone upstairs.
"Hmm,” Malkir groaned inwardly knowing that such a venture would end badly. “Planning some kind of confrontation with mother?" He asked.
"She's not my mother,” the seer replied acidly. The other discussed briefly their options for where to go next and could not come to a unanimous decision.
"Well if you have plans then I am happy to travel home myself," Serena told her friends. Her psicrystal sent her a brief metal image of Miranda Allman surrounded by hordes of soldiers, but Serena simply sent back that she would mentally blast them all to oblivion.
Littleby too feared that Serena's trip home would not be successful and had come up with an idea quickly. "I realise that you have a desire to get back to Lammed but turning up there with us is one thing,” he said in a concerned voice. “Turning up their with Danster is another."
"That is a very good point,” Serena replied not being dissuaded easily. “But the thing about Miranda is this, she has a plan. That plan involves a time-scale and if we arrive too late then a lot of people are going to die. That is my great fear. As far as I can tell she is planning an illithid invasion of my continent. If not also planning to bring to life an evil dead god."
"Here's an idea,” Littleby suggested. “Deus knows people who know where Timlin is. There is no point in me trying to talk to him due to my faction affiliations, but one of you could talk to him."
"I could.” Serena volunteered. “I work for his cousin... well long lost descendent anyway." She laughed briefly.
"So that is what I reckon, go with Deus.” Littleby was glad to see that Serena was beginning to change her mind about going to face her evil step-mother single-handedly. “Follow the modrons and hopefully get to meet Timlin or get to find someone who knows more about the Expansionists."
"Alright,” Serena agreed. “Danster left Tal'Nattan to get help. That is the first thing that we know. He was captured by the Harmonium almost immediately."
"Almost immediately?" Malkir asked.
"That is unknown.” The petite seer shrugged. “But we do know that he was not held in their custody for long before being taken to the Negative Energy Plane. If he's there still or not, I'll have to look for him tonight."
"Here is the funny thing,” Littleby thought aloud. “Orroloth, the arcanoloth, wanted us to get the sword that belonged to Vartus Timlin."
"Yes, I think that we can probably infer from that the fact that he does not like Vartus Timlin much or the Expansionists." Serena felt a chill going down her spine even thinking about the Orroloth. She knew that there was something wrong about him, aside from the obvious fact that he was an arcanoloth, but she could not put her finger on it.
"Well, not necessarily.” Littleby had realised from past experience that Serena had great intuition, but was prone to making invalid leaps of logic as well. “If it was him that hired someone else to get the sword out, then he has let him go."
"That's true enough.” Serena sighed and played with her silver locket for awhile. “But how do you get someone out of a maze? It's a maze."
"There are people who sell maps of the mazes." Andrew replied. He'd heard of someone called Djhek'Nlarr from Ashenbach and it was claimed that this person sold maps.
"Maps of The Lady of Pain's mazes? Right.” Serena dismissed the idea as preposterous. “I don't believe that for a second."